LOGINInside, Blair sat on the sofa, her hand resting on her slight belly, while Roman stood nearby deep in conversation with Luca. Two-year-old Olivia was showing off her drawings to anyone who would look."Aunt Keira!" Olivia shouted, abandoning her colouring-in to run across the room. Keira bent down,
Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle
“Mama! Look!”Blair looked up from her laptop to see her two-year-old daughter, Olivia, proudly showing off a crayon drawing that was mostly colorful scribbles.“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Blair said, genuinely impressed with the artwork of her toddler. “Is that our family?”Olivia nodded madly,
"Is that what you think?" Niko's voice was dangerously quiet. "That your only value is as a... what? A royal broodmare?""It's the reality of our position," she insisted. "The Wystovian crown needs an heir. You need an heir. And I can't—" Her voice broke.Niko crossed the distance between them in th
"I'm trying to protect him—""From what? From having a choice?" Keira's voice grew stronger. "You're deciding what's best for Niko without asking him what he wants. That's not protection, that's control."Amelia stared at her, startled by the blunt assessment."Look, I get it. The pressure is overwh
Amelia shook her head, the weight of her failure pressing down on her. "The doctors say there's nothing wrong with Niko, which means the problem lies with me. I'm considering stepping aside, letting him divorce me so he can marry someone who can actually give him an heir." She glanced at Keira, sudd
Blair wiped her lips quickly, trying to catch her breath just as the door swung open. Jessica. Standing in the doorway, her expression perfectly composed, except for the sharp amusement dancing in her eyes. Behind her, Kara looked horrified, mouthing, “I’m sorry” as he waved her away. This wasn’t
Roman arrived at the three-car garage and pressed the remote button to open the door. He slid his car into an available spot. Besides the vehicles he kept at the office garage in his private section, Roman stored two other cars here. She didn’t understand why some men felt the need to own so many ca
“Where are we going?” Roman asked, his tone casual, but his grip on the wheel was anything but. Blair barely looked at him. “The diner in town.” Silence settled between them, thick with unspoken tension. Roman followed Keira’s car as the town blurred past with old storefronts, familiar streets to
The second Blair stepped outside, she felt lighter. Or maybe that was just the reality of what had just happened. It was done. Laura and Dan had just been exposed. The cold air hit her, but she barely felt it. Roman had moved her out of that house quickly, his grip protective. Possessive even. I







